A Long, Long Night

I am most every pregnant woman feels this way towards the end of the pregnancy...when you are just so uncomfortable and miserable and huge that you would pay a voodoo witch doctor to cast a spell over you if it meant you could deliver a healthy baby even one day earlier.

So, yeah...

With the toddler I had horrible acid reflux my whole pregnancy.  The kind where you wake up suffocating on your own stomach acid.  It was a super good time.

With this munchkin I've had horrible leg pain.  Not Charlie horse leg pain (although I did have one of those the other night, too), but just joint pain.  My hips, knees, ankles all are painful at night.

Did I mention we are living in a hotel now?  We made a valiant effort to have the toddler sleep on her cot last night, but when she was still awake at almost 10pm I called.  Time of death 9:54pm.  The little con artist had outlasted us.

We threw her in bed with us and all went to sleep.  I woke up to use the restroom, thinking I had to have been in bed awhile.  Nope.  It was 11:19.

Back to bed.  Woke up again because my hips hurt and I had to pee.  Surely it was the middle of the night.  Nope.  1:09.  Sweet mother of God!

Back to bed.  Woke up again.  Well, you know the story.  This time birds were outside chirping so surely it was close to daybreak.  Nope.  3:08am.  ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?????  I know most people would be thrilled to think they get an extra 2, 3, 4 hours of sleep, but I was just ready to get out of bed and get up for the day so my legs would feel better.

I finally decided to sit up in bed which did help my hips except the toddler had a nightmare and decided she needed to lay on mommy.  Not such an easy task when mommy is sitting up.

I felt like night was never going to end which I tried to be grateful for at 3:08am when I was sitting on the toilet for what felt like the 50th time.  Ya know last night on earth and all that crap.

And lest you think I'm just a complainer I am super grateful for this pregnancy and for what looks like a healthy baby in there.  I don't need a million comments on being grateful.  I practice gratitude in my daily life.  I get it.  I am probably one of the most grateful people on the planet.  But sometimes shit just hurts and just because I need to complain a little doesn't mean I'm not grateful for every head butt in the ribs or kick in the cuchina.

In other news, the Nascar pit crew that the military sent to pack us finished 85% of the packing  yesterday and thinks they'll be done by  noon today.  These guys are AMAZING!  Let me just say, too, that if you are a military family and get packed up by TMO offer to buy them lunch.  Most times they won't accept, but they surely appreciate the offer and will work extra hard for you.  The lead guy yesterday told me most people don't even offer which made me sad.  I offer everyone who does work at my house at least a glass of water or a soda or something.  I think it just is a nice common courtesy.

Oh, and the toddler has decided she would like to start using the potty.  When we are living in a hotel, about to have a baby, and my mom and sister are going to be watching her in a couple weeks.  The toddler has impeccable timing.

Okay, I need to go shower.  I have to stop and get donuts before I head over to our house with the toddler.  Mmmmmm donuts....